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Show 21-3 Mother stopped the car there. "I'm going in here to ask. Want to get out and stretch?" I shook my head. I was glad to stay. The little store looked old and dirty and I was afraid that the people inside would be the same. After a few minutes, Mother came out and got back in the car. "It's three miles out that road," she said over her shoulder as she backed the car out. "Nice people in there. I know they wondered who I was." "Did you tell them?" I asked. "What would I say? I've come to scold them about how they treat their son? No, I just said I needed to find the Cray ton farm. Let it go at that. Give them all something to talk about." We circled the church on the hill and I wondered if Andrew had died if he would have been buried there. Paul had been buried in France. The road followed a stream up a small valley, lined with trees. The fields stretched out on either side out to the rolling hills. There were no houses for a long time and then I saw one set far back from the road. We stopped at the mailbox but it said Tucker. So we drove on until Mother said we surely had gone three miles. A bit further on we saw another farmhouse, closer to the road with a dusty drive curving in front of it. One big tree arched over the house and a huge vegetable garden took up the other side of the house. A goat was tied out by the road and I could see chickens scratching in the road. Far out in the field, I saw two men but they were too far away to notice the car. The front door was shut and I looked for another door as Mother stopped the car on the driveway. Silence. Then I heard the cluck-cluck-cluck of the hens. Mother turned and looked at me. "Well, shall we?" Mother and I climbed out and dusted off our skirts. Then we started for the front door. Mother reached down ana took my hand and I squeezed hers. I wondered if she was as nervous as I was. I also wondered if she knew what she was going to say ifyariyone was nome. |
